Memory (Phan)

Chapter Five.

"That's sounds great! I has knew it was there, I just never really had the motivation to cook it, you know?" I looked over her shoulder, an easy task, her being quite a bit shorter then me, a small smile on my face. "It smells absolutely delicious, Desiree." She looked over at me, pecking my cheek out of the blue, "Thank you Philip, I try my best." I blushed and backed up instantly, but she kept stirring, with the same happy tune emitting from her, one that I didn't know right off the bat, and especially not in this flustered state. She was certainly a lot more bolder then her Uncle.

"Y-your welcome." I looked up to Dan for help, but he seemed amused, and I looked to Louise next, but to no avail, she also seemed amused. Did Desiree like me? What was going in her mind to think that she could just do that? Did she think I liked her? Did she think I had a crush on her? I was ripped from my thoughts when I heard an angelic laughter escape from her, her warm colored hues gave a mischievous little twinkle as she got out four plates. "Oh no need to worry, Philip. I'm not exactly what you would call straight." She winked at me after she spoke, but this time, I didn't take her action as flirtatious.

My cheeks reddened again, but not for the same reason, and without much thinking, I blurted out words that I wished I had held in. "Your a lesbian?" Louise looked mortified, and Dan looked quite surprised, and I immediately felt horrible, and I began to trip over my own words to fix what I had thought I had just broken. But her laugher sliced through my doubts, her doubling over in laughter. "Oh my goodness! I like you, you picked a good one Uncle Dan!" She looked back up at me, a hand on her jutting out hip. "You guessed right honey-bunny, full on homo over here, loud and proud!"

Her giggles made me smile, a nervous smile, but a smile nonetheless. "I'm not offended Phil, I'm really not, I promise, lose that expression and smile my good man, food is ready!" She slapped my shoulder and I let a genuine smile lace my lips as I nodded. "G-good." I was so glad that I hadn't offended her, I really didn't want that, especially if she was Dan's cousin. And that's when doubt once again entered my mind. It shouldn't have mattered if she was Dan's cousin or a random girl on the streets, yet. It still mattered. And it frustrated me for not knowing why. I sighed and grabbed a plate full of curry and sat down at the table, deciding to tune out the conversation for my own thoughts.

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It was now early evening, dwindling on late evening, and Louise had already left, but Desiree was still here, apparently she was staying the night. It's not that I had any problem with that, it was just a little awkward when Dan went to take a shower and left me all alone with her. Her large, curious, eyes watching me with clear interest, her eyes in awe. "So you like my Uncle, right?" I almost choked on air, what did she mean? Was there only the one way she meant, or was there two answers to this question? More importantly, was there a safe answer?

"Oh course. . .Dan is a great friend to have." She huffed, clearly not satisfied with my answer, well what was she expecting? A marriage proposal all planned out? Yeah right. "That's not what Uncle Dan told me. . ." she muttered, pouting like a small child for a moment, before brightening up again. "I have a question that targets you, Uncle Phil. I hope that's okay, Uncle Phil. Anyways. . ." she took a deep breath, as if though for once hesitating what to say. "Aunt Louise says. . .you have head troubles, you know, amnesia." I tipped my head at her, what was she talking about?

"I don't know what your talking about. Sure I forget things every once and awhile, but I don't think I have amnesia, I'm not even sure why Louise would say a thing like that." But maybe it was true? I was never really sure why I always forgot things, and Louise never really gave a satisfying answer. I looked back up at the expectant girl, startled by how much she look like Dan when she was waiting for an answer. She was patient, but anxious, her eyes gave that away. "I-I don't actually know if I do. . ." I finally whispered, looking down at my hands, playing with my fingers. Maybe I did?